why do i come here? It is because i like to rant. I put all my ideas out on a tray. Anyway this is more me ranting. Why are we addicted to our screens? This is a hypothetical question. We are addicted because we are products. There is a saying if the service is free then you are the product but that has been incorrect for a while. The rich found out that if you make the poor pay for their own destruction, it is more profitable. Every aspect of life is being monetized and is becoming more addictive. Think about it. All fast food is being made out to be as addictive as possible with them adding as much salt as they can. Its all a part of a massive plan to enslave humanity in the name of Capital. It isnt the jews or iluminati thats doing this. Its just a part of a system. But hey at least we arent being lied to by our goverments. right?
In the 20th century, we witnessed a whole political movement that consisted of generally young middle-class men who disbelieved the current state of the world at that time. They resented their poor political leadership, their harsh economic enviroment, the sexual degeneracy and the hollow communist/liberal promises. They didn't believe in a modern society with modern fundaments, but in a whole new one with antique and concrete philosophy. What is an incel but a mirrored image of the same phenomenon? What is an incel but a huge fight-back of the dreamful, determined man? What was a classical fascist but not a "I'm not dying for Israel, foids or immigrants" chud at that time? They didn't hear you screaming and supplicating, will you hear them?
>“I once opened a bath-house in Ma'arra to earn my living. Once, one of their knights came in. Now, they don't take to people wearing a towel about their waist in the bath, so this knight stretched out his hand, pulled off my towel from my waist and threw it down. He looked at me – I had recently shaved my pubic hair – and said, 'Salim! Then he moved in closer to me. He then stretched his hand over my groin, saying, 'Salim! Good! By the truth of my religion, do that to me too!' He then lay down on his back: he had it thick as a beard down in that place! So I shaved him and he passed his hand over it and, finding it smooth to the touch, said, 'Salim, by the truth of your religion, do it to Madame!' - madame in their language means 'the lady', meaning his wife...So I shaved her hair there as her husband stood watching me."
when i was in middle school, i was friends with this boy. big time nerd. he liked anime/cartoons, drawing, nintendo, and he played the piano. oftentimes i would stay after music class or in between periods to hear him play. he would play with so much passion, like something overwhelming came over him. when he was in this trance, he shut out all outside noise. sometimes i would ask him about the source material of the music, or if his hands cramped and he would completely ignore me. one time he did give me an answer to that once he finished playing, “no they don’t.” i used to think he was rude ignoring me like that. but looking back, i wish i was able to appreciate seeing him absorbed in something he loved. because it was beautiful.
